don't crumble, or move like a ship on a salty seathis is the end. where the wall juts out and the outcryis dulled by dead leaves scratching up the sidewalk-singing. "for just today for just today, we will rolllike weeds right down the road" and the sky falls outof place like a pinwheel. I am not going to hold this weightyou will not be my destruction. (please don't eat mydestruction, just say it with me) if ships on a salty seacan, then I guess I can too.

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